Marichat-Pregnant

Jessica

Adrien's Point of View
I had looked everywhere I could think of, but I had no luck in finding Jessica. I had searched it up, I had swung myself all over Paris, but still, no sign of her. I decided that I needed to start asking around.
"Do you know a girl around the age of 14 by the name of Jessica?" I asked the tenth person.
"No." Was my reply, and I swung off. I was about to ask a lady that was walking below me, when a familiar voice sounded behind me.
"Hey Chat Noir, what are you doing?"
I turned around to see none other than Esprit Fox. "Do you know where a girl around the age of 14 named Jessica lives?"
"That depends," She said, "does she have brown-blonde hair that comes to about here?" She said, gesturing to a point on her back.
"Yes, that's her, where does she live?"
"First off, why?" She asked.
"Because she might know why my friend left." I said, hoping that Esprit Fox would just tell me where she lives.
"I don't know exactly where she lives, but I know that she has a special spot in the forest."
"How do you know that?" I quizzed her.
"She told me." She said, confusing me even more. How does she know Jessica and Marinette? Nothing fit. "Her spot's near the tree that has a knot that faces the Eiffel Tower and looks like a turtle. I nodded once and took off towards the forest. I ran along the tree line, till I found the tree she was talking about. It was rather far from people. The knot was just like Alya said, like a small turtle.
"Jessica?" I called out, and moved around the tree. I saw two eyes staring at me from behind the neighboring tree.
"What do you want?" She asked me.
"I am Chat Noir, and I need you to tell me why Marinette left for Italy." I called out to her.
"Marinette left for Italy, you're Chat Noir!" She said, trying to process the information.
"Yes, I need you to tell me why."   I said.
I heard a buzzing sound from behind the tree, and Jessica pulled out her phone.
"Uh oh, I better go." She said, after looking at her phone, and started running from the forest towards the city.
"Why? You need to tell me about Marinette!" I said, running after her. Geez, that girl was fast, sprinting over the grass faster than me. I decided to cheat, and extended my stick so I shot past her. She kept on running. She only stopped once we were well within the city in front of a house. It was an average size with white paint covering the walls. Jessica pulled open the door and went inside, not breathing hard at all.
"Dad, I'm home!" Jessica called into the house.
A deep male voice called back in a language that I haven't heard before. I bet it was English, since both of their voices carried the heavy accent. Jessica turned to me, and pointed to the stairs. I got the message and bolted up them as Jessica went towards the direction where the male voice came from.
I looked around at the room I was standing in. It was in the same white paint and was very small compared to my room. Looking around, I saw very little. There was a dresser that looked quite beat up, a laundry hamper, a trash can next to the dresser, a pile of paper with a pen next to it in the far corner, a backpack tossed in the middle of the room, and a pile of blankets and pillows against the wall opposite of the dresser. That must be where she slept. I was quite surprised. I knew Jessica wasn't poor and could afford a bed and better dresser along with some other stuff to fill the room, but it was still empty. On the dresser was a bunch of tissues and bandages. I looked in the trash can and saw a bunch of bloodied tissues along with some disregarded bandaids that were also covered in blood. I suddenly took notice to the floor. It was scratched up in places with several blood stains coloring it. What? What exactly happened to Jessica at home.
"Are you okay?" I turned around to see Jessica's head poking out from behind the door. I noticed that I was pale and had a look of confusion on my face.
"What exactly happens in here?" I asked her, ignoring her question.
She sighed and stepped out from behind the door. I gasped in surprise and horror. Her neck was a mix of blue, purple, and red. Her arm had streaks of cut skin, which had blood dripping around it, and her cheek was also very red.
"What?" Was all I could say.
Jessica went over to her dresser and pulled out a tissue and pushed it against her cuts on her arm. "My dad gets very frustrated easily. He uses me to take out his anger on. I use the forest as my escape so I can stay away from home as much as I can." She  explained.
"Why do you let him do this to you?" I questioned, still in shock as Jessica tossed the now red tissue in the trash can and grabbed another one.
"So he can not explode on anyone else. When he gets frustrated, mad, or upset, someone will get hurt. Better it be me than someone else." She said.
"No, not better it be you, this needs to stop! He's hurting you."
"It's fine, I'm used to it. It barely even hurts anymore." She sighed, looking me dead in the eye.
"That only makes it worse!" I exclaimed. How long has he been doing this to her?
"It's fine." She said, annoyed. She tossed the second tissue and put on a bandage on her arm. She then opened a dresser door and got out quite a large makeup kit and started applying makeup to her cheek and neck. "The reason why there is so little in my room is because I spend most of my time at school and in the forest." She said, pausing her application to gesture at her room. Oh. That made the lack of personalization make sense. "Marinette left for Italy because of you." She said.
"What! What do you mean because of me!?" I exclaimed. What? Why? I have been treating Marinette as good as I could. Sure, she got upset at me, but was that really a good enough reason to leave? She should have just told me to leave her alone. Well, she did, but I was taking care of her.
"Something you guys did led to something else which is the reason she left." She said calmly.
The voice of her father in the foreign language sounded again, and Jessica replied in the same language.
"If you want more information, ask her." She addressed me. "Now you need to leave." She ordered and opened a window that I haven't noticed and pushed me out. "Don't worry about me, Adrien." She said with a wink at me, then closed the window. I used my stick to propel me across Paris with a thousand thoughts rattling my brain. How did Jessica know my identity? Why didn't she tell me that she was getting beaten? How does she know who I am? What did she mean when she said that Marinette left because of me? How does she know my identity?  How am I going to get to Italy? How does she know my identity!?

Finally, someone who is smart! What do you think about Jessica? I was quite upset writing her story. I think it's so sad that any child has to suffer from abuse.
Word count: 1287 (Not including this)
One of my longest chapters (they're usually only around 1000 words long).
I reread my story, & realized that it spun off in a completely different direction than I intended it to. I hope that it's still enjoyable for u guys.
-E